Lauryn Hill is playing in the background and Liz is in the back of the room singing along. I have Liz’s laptop so Im going to write. Lauryn Hill is speaking straight to my soul. I Love Lauryn’s voice because it is perfect. I love perfect things. I am a perfectionist. I love beautiful faces and perfect bodies. I love white smiles and hoarse sexy voices. Some people have pointed out that I could be bi sexual because I appreciate beautiful girls. Yes I shall stare at your ass because it is round and perky. I love my friend Vyanne’s boobs because hell, those twins almost caused a car crash. Jugular Carnage. Sorry Kelly Vyanne.. I had to do this.
I know it is not realistic to seek perfection. Perfection should be sought in flaws. I am mean to ugly people in my head. I am not being mean. My temperament should be for geniuses because only people with a three figure IQ should be this nitpicky. I don’t wake up in the morning and say “ Yo.. Im going to meet ugly people and deride them in my head.” That would mean I deliberately demean people. That would be evil. I may be a lot of things but deliberate I am not.
Well, that said, I would like you to take a minute and think about beauty as is. Beauty lays in the eyes of the beholder they say. And some people have more mutual beholders than the rest of us. But then there is unconventional beauty, the flow of music in synchronicity with your heartbeat, how some hours are more welcome than others because they are beautiful. I think 6:00 is a magic hour. The world is still gentle, new born. The dew is still on the ground but the sun is shyly peeking, her beautiful eyelashes illuminating her coral magnificence onto her friend, nature. There is also beauty in love. Look on someone you love when they are oblivious and see their facial expressions. The sleight of hand as they try to convince you to see things their way, the small wrinkles on their faces as they smile at something they are thinking, their fingers when they touch you how the dark skin under their fingernails contrasts so wonderfully with the rest of their hand. This is beauty.
There is more, there is beauty in words, how a word rolls around your tongue, how a book talks about your feelings so perfectly that you use the quote because your words fall short of what you feel. There is beauty in nature although that has become a cliché.. Everyone claims to see beauty in nature yet they only talk about the green of the grass or of foliage. No… look further, look inward, what does your heart make you see. My heart says trees are lavender because they are tall and gentle. Does grass look green to you? Not for me, grass is brown like the soil it comes from, caramel and chocolate spears, saluting you as you go about your business. That is beauty.
I didn’t mean to drift off into a wordsworthy blog but I feel like you needed an insight into how I see life.